reflection

she brushes the best kept secret behind the vase
all is well
all is well in this happy little house.

we smile to ourselves
as the wind catches our hair
remembering to take time to remember
to roll through the memories we expect to lose.

clicks of the piano keys remind that
music has its story too
that the flight through the atmosphere
is not just for you.

sauntering down those hallways
preparing to prepare or something like that
i never really did all that much
but i expect gratification anyhow.

its all okay,
and i really mean that.
we smile and we laugh because we are truly very happy
we were just told that maybe we should be sad.
or perhaps we finally discovered
the secret to letting go

a blade of grass falls down
at the beckon of the wind
all the way
til it touches the ground

but nevertheless,
a few seconds more
and it will be up again---
straining towards the sun.
hoping to capture the sunbeams if only for an instant.

a hasty yet solemn farewell is all i have to offer
the moments i pack into my brain seem destined to fall out